Disclaimer: I do not own The Picture of Dorian Gray or the characters.
Youth
A fair Spring morning,
Leaves still damp with sparkling dew,
Flowers all a bloom,
With the sky a placid blue.
Is youth not a morning?
In the day that is called life?
When will it end, or to you send
The harsh passage of time?
So love's a fair flower?
Or just a thorn on a rose?
With haughty youth flowers,
Nobody knows.
Never pass with time,
Ever in the rhyme
The youth that came unto you
Won't leave until you die.
